My friend you bow to no one
By I was introduced recently by a friend with a fetish for artistic preversions to the oeuvre of Ben Garrison. One of Garrison’s tropes is that he normally festoons his creations with copious graphical explanations, to avoid any possibility of aesthetic or ideological confusion.
His latest work represents a sharp departure from this practice, and has left me grasping at semiotic straws. I offer this richly ambiguous text to the LGM audience:
